A celebration of two. (mandalorians, republic)

[Arla Ordo]

Arla was late. The young mandalorian had spent hours trying to figure out what to wear, and what was the right thing to do. This was the Jedi Healer they had met on Coruscant, she had seemed pleasant enough at the time. Arla stood outside the reception area, she knew they were all inside doing the traditional and non traditional thing to accommodate Ordo and Rianna customs. Arla was also Ordo's daughter by adoption she had never dreamed that the woman she had met would now become her, well mother.

Not that Arla was intimidated by the events, she only wondered if she should act differently now. Arla sighed heavily, she knew buir would be disappointed if she did now show up. Cautiously she went through the door looking about, knowing that her armor stood out at times. Not that she wasn't happy she was. Arla looked about the room, there was Mia, and Strider, And Verz. Seeing Verz made it easier, she also saw buir walking back towards E'vi. Her sister An'ika, and her borther Ar'ika were missing so far.

Arla stepped completely inside, she removed her buy'ce, clipping it to her hip. Ok,...time to mingle and smile. There were so many Jedi in the room..wow.

 

[Evi Sohl]

@[member="Ordo"] @[member="Rianna Organa"]

The young woman really couldn't fault her son for being so excited, as he all but bounced his way across the floor while she managed to still walk. And not fall over in heels, which was a real trick...how many women wore them on a regular basis escaped her completely. They were ridiculously unnecessary and hazardous...and her mind was wandering off on her. Blinking crimson eyes cast across the room briefly, alighting on @[member="Emberli Garett"], whom she favored with a brief smile. She would have to make a point of going to greet the grumpy bear, and pray that Cade didn't eventually beat her to it.

E'vi gave in and let go of Cade's hand which led the little into running headlong at Ordo with every faith that his ba'buir would catch him. She shook her head as she approached at a much more sedate, polite pace, marveling at how happy her buir looked. It was...amazing, to say the very least. And so very well deserved. Someday, she mused, maybe she'd be so lucky.

"Forgive me...he was so excited that I just don't think he could contain himself any longer..." E'vi lifted a hand to her lips, her voice trailing for a brief moment. "...I'm so happy for you. Both of you."

 

[Antares]

When Marcello inclined his head to Antares in parting, Antares returned it and he found his Master's gaze. "Master." He said as he walked up to her, if she would allow, he would have slid his arm around her waist / through her arm and weaved through the other guests at the wedding. Antares's mind was all over the place. He figured his Master would know what he meant to speak about. Though his apprenticeship to her had been brief, they had bonded quite a bit and he was certain their mindlink would always be present.

"How did it come to pass? Did you have a hand in it?" He started out. Yes, he was certain now that she knew what he was questioning her about. But when he asked the questions, he wasn't completely sure if his Master wanted him to have been promoted quite as fast as he was. In Antares's opinion, he didn't feel any different. He still felt like a Jedi Padawan in his Master's presence, though that was fine. She was still superior to him when it came to the Force, and in lightsaber combat...For now.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Arla Balor"] @E'vi Sohl

Ordo bent down and wrapped a big arm around the little boy. He was an energetic, double hand full of trouble but he was also a wonderful joy. Ordo loved children, big, small, boys, girls, it didn't matter. He lobed rhem everyone.

He hefted the youngster up in one arm as he kept hold od his wonderful bride, his riduur, his runi.

"Thank you Ev'ika. You and Cade are rhe world to me this boy can tackle me all day" Ordo said smiling widely. He didn't know when he had evr been so happy. His face was going to start hurting soon.

"But I think we need to call a search party. Someone stole the rest of your dress." Ordo put on his grouch face again but lost it almost instantly. She looked lovely but he had to poke at her before she got him first.

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna reached over to say hi to the little boy, "Cade," Rianna turned to E'vi. "Maybe she is trying to lure someone to her side Ord'ika" Rianna winked to E'vi. "Thank you for being here, it means a lot. I hope you will not hesitate to visit me either here, on Coruscant or even on Alderaan you are welcome wherever I am"

This was more than she had ever expected from life, she had always knows she would be a Jedi, but to also be a wife, mother figure, and to have had the fortune to find the love of her life all in such a short time. It was an emotional day, and one she hoped would never end. That these feelings would leave here with her.

@[member="Ordo"] @E'vi Sohl

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

From behind the bar green eyes watched the party. A solemn face was shown to the world around her, here she was at a wedding celebration and her thoughts were far far away, back on Coruscant. Memories surfaced and haunted her as she watched. Her eyes, the window into her soul at times flashed anger, hurt, and uncertainty. She had dressed as a woman who knew her business, elegant, revealing. Her hair cascaded down over her shoulders, her dress fit her to show the curves the shouted to anyone here was a woman.

She smiled as guests came and ordered their drinks, which were happily given back. One day Rekha thought if there is a true all guiding force one day these feelings would go away. She spied someone who had that look on his face, did she dare to approach him did she dare, hmm. Slowly she thought out what to do, nothing should ever be rushed.

She whistled, hoping to grab some attention

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

His attention was caught by someone whistling in his direction, and he looked over at the woman who was staring at him. Odd, when did random strangers just whistle at each other? Regardless, he had nothing else to do, he knew very few people at this wedding, he could stand to socialize.

And with that he walked over, taking a seat and shooting her a slight smile as he poured himself a drink.

"Yes, madam?" he asked, that smirk never wavering.

@[member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

"Madam? Oh no quite, I have never thought to running brothels." She smiled, "So wondering why I called you over are?" She than moved forward and poured herself a drink, "You have this look that says, I'm not sure about this, so...what's your story?"

Rekha took a sip. She had been bored and needed someone to, talk to.

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Oh. My. That was not something that needed to be said! Sharply, her light eyes flicked to her arm candy, wishing she’d diffused the commentary before it had left. Still, Antares, despite his title was still a learner. And the more teachers, the more rounded he would become. Heck, she’d heard about the preachings of titles from a Sith Lord of all things. Then he was off. Marcello, who was obviously out of his element, but she was cut off in response to her own initiations. Fair enough. Then a lot of other words were exchanged and the blonde remained respectfully silent.

This wasn’t her party, so Kiskla wouldn’t start a scene. As much as she detested the idea of this conversation, she allowed her former Padawan to lead her away from the clustercuss of conversations. His question was direct, which Kiskla preferred. Passive aggressiveness held no sway over the young blonde, and would have only irritated her beyond the fact that his timing was horrendously disrespectful.

He had been frank with her, and therefore she would be frank with him. After clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth and looking over his shoulder for a moment as her only expression of agitation, she finally looked him square in the eye.

“No.”

Her response was flat and curt, and expression listless.
She had half a mind to berate him for his inconsiderate timing but that would be a waste of breath considering they were now having this conversation and he’d set it up to do so.

“I didn’t have a hand in it. Select members of The Order promoted Padawan learners who had invested time into assisting the Republic establish their government and procedures on other planets.” She folded her arms and shifted her weight slightly. “It has nothing to do with your training, nor your knowledge of The Force and your capacity to use it.

That’s why I didn’t have a hand in it.”

It went against her beliefs on why a Knight should be elevated. What Marcello had said earlier about titles was true, but at his earnest time in life, titles meant something worth living up to. Now that he’d been titled a Knight, he could be out of his league; though she didn’t doubt he’d strive to meet expectations dutifully.

“But it’s done. As a Jedi, there is always opportunity to grow, don’t forgo that opportunity because you’ve got a fancy new promotion.”

@[member="Antares Windu"]

 

[Antares]

"Very well." He said softly. Sometimes his former Master's curtness was a smack across his face. But he wouldn't let that show, at least not physically and he inclined his head to her slightly. "A title is nothing to me. A Jedi is a Jedi." He said with a genuine smile when he thought of his next words. "The only different between Jedi is our experience. Nothing else." He said and he let go of her arm. His dark brown gaze scanned the room briefly before he met her blue eyes.

"I meant to speak to you to ask if you would take me again. Not as my Master, but rather as a mentor if you will." He wasn't really sure how to phrase it, and when he spoke the words came out of his mouth that showed that. He may have been a Knight but there was nothing that would stop him from asking his former Master for lessons on certain things. If there were, they wouldn't stop him he had already asked.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

@[member="Rekha Kaarde"]

A smirk escaped him. Ah, she had a sense of humor, did she?

"Hey, I didn't say you were from a brothel, but if the shoe fits, go ahead and wear it" he said with a shrug, taking a drink.

"My story? I'm a Jedi Master, the bride's a friend of mine, I don't know anybody here except for one of the million Ordos who may or may not hate my guts, I didn't bring any arm candy unlike that guy who looks like he stole from the clothing department of a superhero movie, so I'm by myself, but I'm going to at least try and have a good time and celebrate the... Rather unique marriage of one of my close friends. What's yours?" he asked amusedly.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

People watching was a sport that only held interest for so long. Eventually, everyone became rather predictable. Marcello presumed he fit that mold as well. However, his self-imposed temporary exile was more a requisite break from the reality of his own emotions than anything else. He'd always been a rather...passionate person whether said passion be triggered by positive or negative stimuli. His former master had taught him to remove himself from the situation if he ever felt it becoming...daunting. Perhaps that was the real reason he stayed away from the Temple. Suffering the idiocy of certain sycophants and drama queens was definitely...not...his style.

After downing what remained of his drink, Marcello began making his way back inside. He'd noted the abrupt shift in posture and demeanor in Kiskla as her apprentice had taken her aside for a conversation. It reminded him of their past interactions. Though they'd both changed, Marcello knew only so much was required to bring out the core of someone's life experiences.

As Marcello passed by the bar, he noted the bartender was none other than Rekha Kaarde. In his hurry he must have failed to notice her earlier, but she was entertaining someone with a terrible mustache at the moment. As a consolation, the Jedi Master offered the woman a warm smile and a playful wink as he set his glass down prior to setting back towards the crowds. Marcello took an obvious route back to Kiskla's side, not wanting to appear abruptly and interrupt her conversation.

@[member="Rekha Kaarde"] | @[member="Antares Windu"] | @[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

The bar was suddenly getting crowded, with Rekha arriving, and a blonde Jedi that she'd never met, and Marcello returning for another drink. It suddenly lost its appeal. She took her drink and wandered to the now empty balcony outside. It was a lovely evening. But already she was checking her chrono for the time. Maybe she should have stayed on Coruscant. It's not like she was being very social at the present. But, she wouldn't miss her friend's wedding celebration for anything.

Leori sighed, audibly and sipped her drink.

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Rianna Organa"] | @[member="Antares Windu"] | @[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @E'vi Sohl @[member="Arla Balor"] @[member="Emberli Garett"], @Iella E'ron @[member="Mia Monroe"] @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] @[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"].

Ordo ejoyed the politeness and friendly Socializing but this was still Mandalore ans his wife was as much a Mandalorian as any of them. Also, Arianna had gotten him to compromise on dress a little but he was going to give the Jetiise a loving Aliit Ordo cultural experience. With little Cade in his arm he looked at his wife.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum ner runi." He said looking into her eyes, "lets get everyone to loosen up."

Ordo stepped away and went to Arla to give her a small kiss on the cheek and a smile before pointing toward Verz and slapping her shebs to get her moving. Then holding the boy in one arm he walked up a chair and onto a table.

He picked up a glass and raised it to the guest. Her turned to the little boy in his arm.

"solus, t'ad, ehn!" They counted together "Haili cetare!" The two yelled together as Ordo drank the glass of tihaar.

The people needed to eat his food and drink his drink. Ordo signaled his vode and they began bringing in the Mando insturments. It was time to sing and dance and be fools.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

"I would wear the shoe if it fit, its the reputation that comes along with it that I find distasteful. Know one wants to be known as someone who pedals flesh" Rekha watched him, it was part of her bartendering skills to try and read people.

Rekha laughed, "Hi I'm Rekha Kaarde, and I'm somebody." Rekha looked over to Rianna, "The bride does get around, and seems to make friends. And are you, picking on Marcello?" Rekha grinned, "don't be a hater, he looks good in his dark blue suit and light blue colored shirt, I mean we can get you one too if you want"

Her story, "my story, orphan, found adopted, treated well, now business owner, sometimes transporter" She gave him her best Rekha grin, "hows that all sound hmmm?"

 

[Arla Ordo]

Arla had not been expecting buir to come over, he was so busy and she hated to draw him away from everything. But. When he pointed out @[member="Verz Horak"], she couldn't help but smile and think thank goodness.

She nodded to her adopted father, and made a direct line for Ver'ikz. Moving around him, "Ver'ikz, we need to eat, drink and be merry tonight....you ready?" She teased him, she liked teasing him, and she liked how he relaxed and had a good time around the clan.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

@[member="Rekha Kaarde"]

He smirked a bit. "No no, Rianna and I didn't.... Yknow" he said. "We're just friends" he promised. "Josh" he introduced.

He shrugs as she makes her introductions. "Sounds like a fun life" he joked with a smirk, downing his drink and pouring another.

"How well do you know the bride? Or is it the groom? Does he get around too?"

 

[Rianna Organa]

@Antares Windu | @Kiskla Grayson @Joshua DragonsFlame @E'vi Sohl @Arla Balor @Emberli Garett, @Iella E'ron @Mia Monroe @Tracyn Ordo @Strider Garon @Gilamar Skirata @Verz Horak @Preliat Mantis | @[member="Ordo"] | @[member="Marcello Matteo"] | @[member="Rasu Gan"]

Rianna smiled knowingly, "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum ner ka'rta." She couldn't wait for him to tell them, "Yes, get them motivated ner cyar'ika" This crowd needed to let go, and really celebrate the niceties were done for now.

Rianna was hungry and she knew that somewhere out there was some tiingilar and some haarshun bread. Looking over to Ord'ika, "Shall I make you a plate?"

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Antares Windu"] | @[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @E'vi Sohl @[member="Arla Balor"] @[member="Emberli Garett"], @Iella E'ron @[member="Mia Monroe"] @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] @[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] | @[member="Marcello Matteo"] | @[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Rianna Organa"]

The music began to play. The armored men and women musicians started plying their part time trade. The vode of course responded with humor but Ordo was certain Arianna would be rolling her eyes at least.

Ordo sat the boy down and patted him off toward the sweets. Before returning to his beautiful bride. She was a divine creature. Her dress was absolutely amazing and she looked every bit the Dutchess she was born to be.

"I'd love a plate, ner Ka'rta." He said eyes full of rthe love that had blossomed almost against thier will. "I'll grab you a drink and a seat."

 

[Verz Horak]

@[member="Arla Balor"]

Verz saw Arla heading towards him just after Ordo made his little announcement, effectively saying the party had started. He smiled as Arla came close. He pulled her into a hug as she suggested they eat and drink. He chuckled in response. "Well, you know me! I drink lile a fish and eat more than a rich Hutt!" While it might have ben an exaggeration, it held some truth. Mandos loved their alcohol and they ate plenty to fuel their tough, strong bodies.

As for making merry, there's some stuff we can do here, other things we could do on the ship."